The man opened his eyes. It was very humid around him, making the atmosphere extremely uncomfortable. His hair was sticking to his forehead, obstructing his eyes. Sweat was dripping down his face and body, and he felt as if he was being cooked alive.

  While waiting for his eyes to adapt to the darkness, he tried to sense his surroundings. His body was sprawled over something soft.

  It must be a woman. Sensing his position, he could tell what was going on: the man to whom this body belonged had been with a woman, and he had died during sex.

  A chuckle escaped his mouth. Dying while having sex? If that wasn't funny enough, then what else could be?

  His curiosity grew.

  'How beautiful must this woman be if someone can die just from having sex with her?' he thought.

  Fortunately for him, his eyesight was returning, and he could make out his surroundings. Looking around, he saw many people lying motionless. A metallic smell assaulted his nose.

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  'Is that blood?' he wondered. 'Nah, why would there be blood where this man was having sex... Until—'

  Maybe this man was raping this girl. Gritting his teeth, he looked down.

  Instead of seeing a beautiful face, there was nothing.

  The girl's body did not have a head!

  He was raping a decapitated body!

  His eyes widened in horror. He pushed himself back and dragged himself away from the body. Gasping for air, his heart pounded wildly, and his body began to shake.

  With no regard for his surroundings, the man pushed himself back, knocking over furniture until his back touched a wall.

  He began looking around for an escape until he saw another body beside him.

  With shaking fingers, he touched the body. It was cold. Slowly, he dragged his fingers toward its neck.

  No pulse.

  Dead.

  Looking at all the bodies, he was sure they were all dead. If any of them were alive, they would have woken up from the noise he made.

  He was going mad. Clutching his head with his hands, he tried to scream, but no sound emerged.

  In that darkness, only the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard.

  "You are finally awake," someone said, startling him. Who? Where?

  He frantically began to search for the source of the voice.

  "There is no need to look around. I am a voice in your head," the stranger said.

  'A voice in my head? Am I going crazy?' he thought.

  "You are not going crazy."

  "It can even read my thoughts!" he exclaimed, shocked.

  But how could someone read his thoughts? Unless he was talking to himself!

  The stranger sighed. "You are one stupid guy, aren't you? Hmm, this would make it easier to understand."

  'What is going to happen? Am I going to do something to myself?' he wondered.

  He then began taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He had heard that when people go mad, they sometimes lose control of their actions and hurt themselves.

  Then, suddenly, he found himself falling.